over the fence
the wind was bringing
the dogshit smell to my
door and the key-hole and nostrils
then the white flowers would bloom
oh my I am happily high
ten days and the flowers
faded away like a dream
while the wind does not care what it carries
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1996-5-31/6-1
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